A Night of Mansomnia...

A few successful dates have occurred with 'Ken' and most recently this Man of men, spent the night amongst my bamboo sheets. It was more of a sleep-less sleepover in my opinion. No, no - no tangling in these sheets occurred. In fact would you believe me if I told you that this rhinoceros sized stud was more of a Koala bear in bed then ME. Let me remind you that my layer is of size…and I am NOT. At one point around 2:37am I began to slip off the edge as ‘Ken’ had cuddled his way right on top of my pillows. Luckily his tentacle like arms had a solid grip and he must have sensed the slip and gripped tighter.

Part of the reason I lay awake for 6 of the 8 hours spent in bed last night, was due to the fact that my core temperature was reflective of the Sahara desert as I used a 6’3 male as my quilt. The other reason is that I have some sort of a psychological barrier built up around the ability to get shut eye with an attractive unfamiliar man in arms reach. Unfortunately I believe this is a reaction to the fact that it has been sometime since I shared space with a male. The sad truth. Here is how it all goes down:

• 1st sleepless hour goes by and I begin to notice the insomnia taking over
• 1:45am - I begin to really stress. I have an 8am meeting and I remember I am running very low on under eye concealer.
• 2:20am - begin to feel rage for the man next to me who is on the brink of snoring. Snoring makes me SNAP
• 2:50am - I wake the snoring man up to declare to him that I am STILL wide awake.
• 2:51am - the man reacts gently, kindly, compassionately with a sweet ‘I know babe’ and my rage immediately disappears. Love is in the air again
• 3:30am - I begin to tear up and formulate my ‘calling in sick’ phone call. Then I ingest 1 gravol.
• 3:50am - I ingest a 2nd gravol
• 4:30am - after waffling between rage, grogginess and depression my body finally surrenders to the sedatives and I pass out.
• 6:30am - alarm goes off, I sneak out of bed careful not to disturb the sleeping giant, put coffee on, try to squeeze the last drops out of my tube of concealer, and then finally just cut open the tube and scrape the inside to cake over my large black bags under these eyes.

Next sleepover I am hoping to get 3 hours instead of 2. I figure if I push on through, it can only get easier from here. That is, if Ken sticks around long enough to break the cycle of mansomnia.